Gilligan ran right into the Professor and proceeded to bounce right off him. This propelled the Professor stomach right on to Ginger's head, knocking ...he wind out of him. When the Professor bumped Ginger's head, Ginger bit her tongue and fell off the examining table (and Mary Ann) knocking over the stand that held the weight that supplied the tension to the restraints. Freed, Mary Ann rolled off the table in the opposite direction right before the Professor collapsed face down on to the. “Dare, of course,” Kelly replied, displaying a wicked grin. Is she just gonna pick dare all night?“Uhm,” Stephanie began, clearing her throat. “I dare you to take off another piece of clothing.”“Well, that’s interesting,” Kelly laughed, leaning forward. “Is our little Stephanie curious about what I look like under my clothes? Wonder what the psychology is behind her asking that, huh? Or does she think this is what you want to see?”Neither, Brian guessed. My first dare probably set the. I pulled the curtain aside enough to peek out, without exposing my own body. “Look, Alyssa, you really have to leave.”“I don’t think you want me to leave. I think you want me to come in there.”I turned the shower off. It was all I could think to do. “Actually, I’m done,” I said. I need to dry off and get dressed, and you need to go home.”Alyssa walked right up to the curtain. Her nipples were hard, protruding impressively out from quarter-sized pink disks and breasts like two halves of a lemon.. It had been two days since she last let herself express, though she had still continued with her regular diet and medication routine. Two days each where she could have milked out nearly a creamy gallon from her tits, and instead had left her nipples taped, holding the sweet liquid in. She hadn’t gone so long without milking herself since she had first begun to lactate, now nearly a quarter year ago. The temptation to release had been hard to resist, growing harder with each hour that her.